Loves of My Life

L ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight, O n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone. V ehicular damage on fore and aft flanks; E legant figure now ravaged by time. S toically braving the wind and the storm; O ft' calling my name like a sea-captain's horn. F rantically searching this vast sea of death, M ired in a morass of cold and dead souls. Y earning for the warmth of a highway, which she'll never see; L ivid with anger at too early a demise. I rritated that her eyes are no longer mine;' F illed with the despair of one who was wronged. E nvious of my new love's new whistles and bells.